"Princess, you're welcome.
The three of us and I are here to escort the princess and the young master back to the country.
Since the princess is ready and it's getting late today, we can set off tomorrow."
Jun Ziqian said with a smile.
"That's fine, let's just follow Mr.
Jun's arrangements."
Xue Luochen nodded slightly and agreed to Jun Ziqian's proposal.
While the two were talking, Mo Zhiyao's eyes had been falling on Yao Tianxuan, the boy next to Xue Luochen, and there was an imperceptible glint in his eyes.
Yao Tianxuan's face was pale and bloodless, but there were two sickly flushes on both cheeks.
The lips are chapped, and there is a hint of purple under the red color that is extremely difficult to detect.
Yao Tianxuan is only five or six years old, and as the young master of Jimang Kingdom, she has been pampered and pampered since she was a child.
Even if he had been traveling many years ago, was homesick in Tianfeng City, or was acclimated to the local environment, he would still look haggard at most, and he should never look like this now.
Probably sensing that Mo Zhiyao had been paying attention to him, Yao Tianxuan showed a hint of fear on his face.
He lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Mo Zhiyao.
He held Xue Luochen's left hand tightly and leaned against Xue Luochen's.
On the body.
"Xuan'er, I came here to meet the two young masters and the young lady."
Xue Luochen looked down at her son, with a look of love on her face, and whispered.
Hearing her mother's words, Yao Tianxuan let go of Xue Luochen's hand, took a step forward, clasped her hands in fists, and said timidly: "Tianxuan has met Brother Jun, Brother Mo, and Sister Meng."
Yao Tianxuan was extremely smart and had already memorized the last names of the three of them.
His childish voice made people feel affection for them.
"Come here."
Mo Zhiyao said coldly, leaving both Jun Ziqian and Meng Zhuxi stunned, wondering what Mo Zhiyao meant.
Yao Tianxuan took a step back, with fear on his face, and turned to look at Xue Luochen.
Xue Luochen didn't know what Mo Zhiyao was going to do, but out of trust in Tianjiao Alliance Beiyuan, she nodded to her son and motioned for him to come over.
Yao Tianxuan then slowly walked towards Mo Zhiyao, looking extremely frightened.
Let's talk about a five or six-year-old child, an apprentice in Beiyuan of the Tianjiao Alliance, who dares to face Mo Zhiyao directly, and can only look relaxed.
Even Jun Ziqian and Meng Zhuxi, who had known each other day and night, couldn't help but feel palpitations after Mo Zhiyao made a murderous move.
Reaching out to pick up Yao Tianxuan's little hand, Mo Zhiyao frowned.
Yao Tianxuan's little hands were cold to the touch, which was much different from the body temperature of ordinary people.
A trace of demonic power entered Yao Tianxuan's body and after walking for a week, Mo Zhiyao couldn't help but have a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"What's wrong with Zhiyao?"
Jun Ziqian asked quickly when he saw Mo Zhiyao's expression was different.
Meng Zhuxi's expression on the side also became nervous.
Mo Zhiyao would not kill anyone without any reason.
Mo Zhiyao did not answer Jun Ziqian's question, but raised his eyes to look at Xue Luochen, but did not let go of Yao Tianxuan's small hand.
Seeing Mo Zhiyao looking at him, Xue Luochen looked confused at first, but then he understood.
There was a sad look between his brows, his eyes fell on Yao Tianxuan, and he said softly: "Xuan'er has been weak since she was a child.
The Lord has also invited many famous doctors, but they are all helpless and unable to improve Xuan'er's physical condition.
Because of this, Xuan'er was unable to cultivate and suffered a lot of injustice."
At the end of the sentence, Xue Luochen's eyes were red, her voice was choked, and her eyes looking at Yao Tianxuan were full of pity and guilt.
Mo Zhiyao withdrew his gaze and fell on Yao Tianxuan again.
A cold voice sounded: "Do you want to have a strong body and practice cultivation like others?"
Mo Zhiyao's words made Xue Luochen's delicate body tremble.
She looked at Mo Zhiyao for a moment, with unbelievable ecstasy in her eyes, and the jade hands on her legs trembled.
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"Think" the childish voice sounded, and Yao Tianxuan's big eyes flashed with a look of great desire, without the slightest trace of fear before.
"Brother Mo, can you let Xuan'er cultivate herself?
Xuan'er dreams of being like others.
In that case, no one will dare to bully me and my mother."
"Are you afraid of pain?"
Mo Zhiyao narrowed his eyes and asked Yao Tianxuan.
"I'm not afraid, as long as Brother Mo can make Xuan'er cultivate, Xuan'er is not afraid of anything," Yao Tianxuan said loudly, his childish voice full of tenacity that was definitely not in line with his age.
"Master Mo, can you really cure Xuan'er?"
Xue Luochen stood up and walked to the opposite side of Mo Zhiyao, asking excitedly.
Mo Zhiyao nodded slightly, placed Yao Tianxuan's little hand in his own, and placed the index finger of his other hand on the palm of Yao Tianxuan's little hand.
"It will hurt.
If you can't help it, shout out, but don't hide."
Mo Zhiyao looked at Yao Tianxuan and said.
"Well, Brother Mo, I won't hide.
Come on," Yao Tianxuan nodded heavily and said in a clear childish voice.
Mo Zhiyao raised his head and gave Jun Ziqian a look.
Jun Ziqian nodded slightly, telling Mo Zhiyao to rest assured that if Yao Tianxuan couldn't hold on, he would take action.
Mo Zhiyao's fingertips touched Yao Tianxuan's palm, and the power of the demon penetrated into his meridians like threads and traveled throughout his body.
"Ah" cried out in pain, Yao Tianxuan frowned, bit her lower lip tightly, a look of pain appeared on her face, but she controlled her arm and did not retract it.
"Once upon a time, there was a young man who had been bullied by his tribe since he was a child.
He was looked down upon by countless people.
He was the laughing stock of the entire clan and a well-known waste in the city."
Mo Zhiyao lowered his eyes and said as if to himself. .
Attracted by Mo Zhiyao's words, Yao Tianxuan looked straight at Mo Zhiyao with big eyes, obviously his attention was diverted and his curiosity was aroused.
Xue Luochen behind him, who originally looked worried and anxious, couldn't help but look at Mo Zhiyao, waiting for the next step.
Jun Ziqian and Meng Zhuxi looked at each other and understood why Mo Zhiyao took action to save Yao Tianxuan.
The mission given by Ling Hongxuan was to send Xue Luochen and her son back to Jimang Country, and then help Yao Wumang completely quell the civil strife, but he never mentioned that he would treat Yao Tianxuan's illness.
Mo Zhiyao didn't think about helping Yao Tianxuan's medical treatment at first.
Mo Zhiyao was not a kind-hearted person.
When he was worshiping Yu Yao as his teacher, Mo Zhiyao once said that when doing things in this life, he does not distinguish between good and evil, does not know right from wrong, does not distinguish between right and wrong, and only relies on likes and dislikes.
Assistant.
Even if an irrelevant person died in front of him, Mo Zhiyao would not take a second look at him.
But before, Yao Tianxuan's sweet "Brother Mo" words touched a soft place in Mo Zhiyao's heart, and then Xue Luochen's words about Yao Tianxuan being unable to cultivate and having suffered a lot of grievances made Mo Zhiyao even more sad.
Haruka thought of herself.
Mo Zhiyao came to the rescue because he saw his own shadow in Yao Tianxuan.
"Why is this happening?"
Yao Tianxuan stared at Mo Zhiyao with his big, innocent eyes, clear and clear eyes without any impurities.
"Because he is just like you, unable to condense human patterns and unable to cultivate."
Mo Zhiyao took the lead and looked at Yao Tianxuan, his voice was cold and emotionless, but Yao Tianxuan was no longer afraid, and was more interested in Mo Zhiyao A feeling of intimacy arises.
Children have the simplest minds, but they are also the sharpest.
Yao Tianxuan guessed that the boy Mo Zhiyao was talking about should be him.
"When being bullied, he has to endure it silently, because he is weak, he has no strength, and he is a waste."
Mo Zhiyao's eyes became distant, and his mind seemed to have returned to many years ago.
"It wasn't until he was twelve years old that he met someone who changed his life.
From that day on, the boy was finally able to condense human patterns and finally cultivate like an ordinary person.
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But the pain he endured and the price he paid , no one can imagine.”
"For ten months, he had to experience severe pain every day that was countless times more painful than cramps, peeling skin, or cutting flesh and bones.
Whenever he couldn't bear it, he would say to himself, I want to become stronger."
"This world will not sympathize with the weak, but will only respect the strong.
If you want to become strong, you must be ruthless, not only to others, but also to yourself.
If you want to get something, you must pay.
There will be no pie in the sky.
I want to be ruthless."
To become better than others, you have to pay more than others.”
Mo Zhiyao didn't know why he said these words to this child, maybe he was feeling it, maybe he said it casually.
But even Mo Zhiyao didn't expect that just because of his words today, he would create a generation of strong men.
A few years later, the young and frail boy in front of him became one of the top strong men in Northern Xinjiang, and grew the small Jimang Kingdom into a powerful force comparable to the Tianjiao Alliance Beiyuan.
All this was because of Mo.
What Zhiyao said today.
At this moment, Yao Tianxuan, even listening to Mo Zhiyao's words, could not divert his attention.
The waves of severe pain made his little body tremble violently, and a wisp of bright red dripped from his biting lips.
Mo Zhiyao's demonic power was like a ubiquitous sharp blade, scraping through Yao Tianxuan's body.
Only in this way can Yao Tianxuan's "root cause" be eradicated.
Despite this, Yao Tianxuan never let out a cry of pain, and his childish little face actually showed a trace of cruelty that should never appear at his age.
"Whoa!"
Mo Zhiyao's fingers that were placed on Yao Tianxuan's palm jerked back, and a drop of purple blood the size of two thumbs was drawn out.
At the same time, Yao Tianxuan rolled his eyes, and the severe pain finally made him faint.
He was only a five or six-year-old child, or a young master of a country who had been pampered since childhood.
How could he persevere after enduring such hardships?
At this point, it has far exceeded Mo Zhiyao's expectations.
Jun Ziqian moved, hugged the fallen Yao Tianxuan, and held him in his arms.
Xue Luochen, who was behind, let out a sweet cry and came to Jun Ziqian's side anxiously to check on Yao Tianxuan's condition.
"Leave it to Zhuxi."
Mo Zhiyao said to Jun Ziqian with the drop of purple blood suspended in his palm, and then looked at Meng Zhuxi.
"Zhuxi, help him nurse himself back to health."
Meng Zhuxi's wood spirit power is best at healing and recovery.
"Well, don't worry."
Meng Zhuxi nodded and took the unconscious Yao Tianxuan from Jun Ziqian's arms.
A halo of emerald green spiritual power instantly enveloped Yao Tianxuan's body.
"Master Mo, Xuan'er is ill."
Xue Luochen looked at Mo Zhiyao, with anxiety and hope in his eyes.
"It's okay."
Mo Zhiyao nodded coldly.
"Thank you, Mr.
Mo."
Xue Luochen, who was so excited that her eyes filled with tears, swayed.
The huge good news almost made her stand unsteady.
"Zhiyao, what is this?"
was incompatible with the excited Xue Luochen.
Both Jun Ziqian and Meng Zhuxi's eyes fell on the drop of purple blood in Mo Zhiyao's palm.
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"Hmph" Mo Zhiyao snorted coldly, flicked his palm, and the drop of purple blood was thrown to the ground.
There was a soft "Zhi" sound, and a palm-sized hole was corroded on the marble-paved floor under the horrified gazes of several people.
On the edge of the hole, there were traces of black smoke, exuding a pungent unpleasant smell.
Smell.
"This is poison," Jun Ziqian narrowed his eyes, took a breath of air, and said in horror
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